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Framed Stretch Marks Lyrics - Crimson Cord - Propaganda

Dimelo! 

Eres mi alma! 

Siempre! 

 

If I could I'd frame your stretch marks 

You only get them two ways 

Giving birth or dropping weight 

Either way, serious pain 

She is my pride, my bride 

But before her vato my pride was my bride 

The picture of endurance, gave birth to a miracle 

Them lines are memorials, freedom from the torture 

And pounds you put on were the defense mechanism 

Like "Maybe if I was ugly, then he would stop touching me" 

And you endured the teasing of a fat girl on a track team and kept running 

Huh, you tuned out the ridicule and every calorie burn 

A cause for celebration 

Them lines are victory laps, eternal gold medals 

When I see 'em, I'm reminded of the freedom, I'm so proud of you 

How can I ever question the strength and ever doubt you? 

And your struggles inspire, it's physical literature 

But the pain who gave life with the scars 

To prove it, if I could, I'd frame them 

 

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It isn't love if doesn't hurt 

If you don't feel it, then it doesn't work! 

The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil 

The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale 

Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness 

The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness 

The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings 

The scars and stretch marks, the proof of God's healing 

 

Yeah, the birth pains have changed 

Stretched to the limits, stretched marks from giving birth 

To the death of a cynic and cinematic 

My emotions like motion pictures imagine 

A world with no beauty in it, all I see is the negative 

Undeveloped negatives, nothing worth framing in my frame of mind 

It's like an empty gallery with white painted balls 

All the flaws are hidden, I just wanna adjust my focus 

Cause all I ever noticed is the thorns on the roses 

And it's moments like this when my hope is misguided 

And I'm looking for perfection in a place I can't find it 

My body bears the marks of missing the mark daily 

The only hope I hold is knowing that my God will never fail me 

Even though I fall short and that's no tall tale 

Now I drive my point home with that new car smell 

I see beauty in the scars, like colors in a collage 

The greatest love gave me life through His death on the cross, yeah! 

 

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It isn't love if doesn't hurt 

If you don't feel it, then it doesn't work! 

The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil 

The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale 

Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness 

The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness 

The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings 

The scars and stretch marks are the proof of God's healing 

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